Yes – I have been absent for a while. Finishing and editing a historical novel based upon the final days and the mysterious disappearance of American journalist and “horror” writer Ambrose Bierce in Mexico during the Revolution of 1913.
Here’s a “teaser”.
Nusquam Res, Nusquam Esse
~ The Final Journey of Ambrose Bierce ~
©2013 Kirby Sanders
– All rights reserved –
My name is Jeremiah Stein. Long have I held sorrow in silence, but as age approaches and the scent of my own passing is on the breeze, I feel it is time to speak of a most singular companion, friend and employer.
These are my memories of Mr. Ambrose Bierce’s final journey from Washington, DC, unto El Paso, Texas, and his “disappearance” in Mexico.
In 1913, I was 20 years old and working as a cabin boy — a junior steward – on the Crescent Line Railroad that served between Washington, DC, and New Orleans. It was a poor job, but suitable for a young man in search of adventure. The railroad allowed us passage but no pay with the proviso that we saw to the needs of travelers in the First Class sleeper and cabin cars. We worked for tips alone – and the occasional meal if we got in good with the kitchen staff in the dining car. The railroad provided us with a uniform coat and cap to signify our affiliation with the railroad proper. If we were remiss in our services, the Master Steward and the Conductor held power to strip us of hat and coat and put us off the train at any regular station. I was never remiss in my duties.
In October of that year, an elderly gentleman boarded the Crescent in Washington, DC, and it was my fortune (for good or ill) to meet him at the platform as the cabin car was boarding. I recall him as a thin but strong man – elegant and obviously well heeled – but aloof and by his demeanor, not someone with whom to trifle.